By Cecil Dawkins, Max Evans
Anyone who nonetheless believes ladies are frail, powerless, and incapable of facing equipment may still learn the tale of Frances Nunnery, a made up our minds, creative entrepreneur whose occupation and character defy each stereotype approximately ladies. We first meet her as a self-sufficient little woman engaged on a Virginia tobacco farm, a teenager who, whilst she bought a "lickin," by no means cried yet "stood there as an issue of satisfaction" and took her medication. At 13 she went to paintings on the Heinz plant in Pittsburgh, and at twenty-one she used to be shipped off to Colorado to be married to a guy she did not recognize. In 1921 she escaped to New Mexico in a version T Ford, settling in Albuquerque, the place she labored as a chauffeur, bus motive force, boarding apartment keeper, and evening membership singer, between different occupations. She by no means stopped operating, residing all over the place New Mexico, ranching, operating as a deputy sheriff, and promoting actual property.
Cecil Dawkins has made Frances Nunnery's taped reminiscences right into a energetic tale that sounds as if Nunnery have been telling stories to an previous pal at her kitchen desk. there's something generally western in Frances's ingenuity and resolution, yet you don't want to have an interest within the West to take pleasure in her memoir.
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He’d been mighty insistent on his husband’s rights, but he was ashamed to show the proof of his lust. That disgusted me. I lost all my energy. I stayed sick to my stomach for months, and I was frequently torn apart with coughing spasms from the TB. Parker’s mother told me she’d produced ten healthy and one idiot without such foolishness. When my time came I was in labor for twenty-four hours before they ﬁnally called a doctor. Parker’s mother was against that, too. She said I was just stubborn and wouldn’t cooperate.
It was real fat. We took it home with us and ﬁxed a wire cage out of a chicken coop that would do till we could build it a house. Turned out she had a bunch of babies in her pocket. When they popped out they didn’t have any hair on them. Just little naked things. We thought we really had something. We were feeding her and taking care of her and her children till along came my brother-in-law. He was a possum and coon hunter, and he decided we weren’t going to keep our possum. So he snuck out there one night and turned her out.
Mother and my stepdad were renting a place over a bakery called The Duesenberry Pie Company, just oﬀ Forbes Street. It smelled good all the time. Irene found a boyfriend, Robert Ott, down there in the bakery. He was a delivery boy. We ate quite a few good pies. That’s all he ever gave her, not candy or jewelry or ﬂowers. This romance went on till she married him. Irene was ﬁnally out of our hair. Cliﬀord and I were glad to be shut of her. ❙ MY EARLY DAYS ❙ 25 2 ❙ M Y F I R S T PAY I N G J O B In those days you went to work as a kid.